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Collapsing The Wavefunction

February 17, 2014 Leave a comment

From Without

August 10, 2013 3 comments

There comes into every life a time when the inner self can no longer be reached by things from without, when the soul craves that which it can supply to itself alone. – William Zinsser

What a wonderful quote from “Writing To Learn“, no? It resonates with me because it fits me like a glove. Despite the fact that societies expect their members to want, and actively strive for so-called “success“, I’m so over that.

For a long time, I beat myself up for not being more ambitious and not wanting to prove to the world how great I am. But at some point in my life, and I don’t know when or what triggered the change in behavior, I stopped trying to conform to the societal expectation of attempting to “reach my soul by things from without“. And I’m grateful for that.

How about you, dear reader? Are you constantly attempting to reach your immaterial soul by feeding it with material from without?

From Without

Gym Notes

May 10, 2009 1 comment

Gym Notes

I go to the gym everyday (before work) and exercise for an hour. While exercising, sometimes lots of ideas magically appear in my mind. I read somewhere that an average of 50000 thoughts manifest in a person’s head every single day. Depending on what your definition of a single thought is, that’s about 1 thought every 2 seconds.

About a year ago, out of the blue, the simple but idea of bringing a small notebook to the gym came to me, so I did. Ever since, then, I’ve captured lots of ideas from the ether, jotted them down on paper, and followed through on many of them later. On some days, the ideas would flow so freely that I would spend quite a bit of time writing them down. Often, it would take me an extra half hour to workout, or I’d often forget where I was in the workout and repeat some exercises. On the other hand, there would be many days where I’d leave the gym and my notebook would be empty. I’d write NADA on those pages.

Looking back on those days where nothing was/is written down, I’d realized that I was always using my internal mental energy to complain about, or criticize, something or someone in a seemingly endless loop. My ego mind was blocking my “conscious awareness” from shining through and revealing itself through productive and creative thinking. The clouds obscured the ever present sun.

I still bring a notebook with me every day to the gym and I still have (many) days where I leave with the word NADA written in the page du jour. That’s life.

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